this
lonely
attracts
men
to my ankles,
the way
the drip of a mango
causes fire ants
to find their teeth.
MICRO
MICRO
this
lonely
attracts
men
to my ankles,
the way
the drip of a mango
causes fire ants
to find their teeth.
MICRO
So you said I love you / into the seventh glass of dry wine, / as the hurricane declared your street / a river.
MICRO
“I want you to come to me / and peel back my hair.”
MICRO
The tongue remembers all kinds of things / like your name and the blood I ring out from it.